eventide

they say every new yorker either has , o r is looking for three things: a place to live, a boyfriend/girlfriend , a job.

well larry lost his place, i my love, helena her job. and we are in these holes. you know, if i had her lover, and she had his job. etc... i mean, partly i think we are all just aging dancers - looking for a way to replace that incredible high we used to get from the stage. you know its not just the audience that gives it to you . its even more CREATING those things. busting you butt, day after day, going beyond your limit, beyond yourself. and now, fuck , i dont know, looking for a piece of a society we dont really belong to. never will....

im not sure how any of us are going to get out. damn. 3 of say similar things. down and more down. i do believe in all of us though... in some ... Grundlage., some basic joy thing deep inside. gotta believe in something. i got 60 prozacs today, but im not touching it. not yet anyway. there is still too much to gain from this shit...
weird right?